#wydelly

making me choose right off the bat is cruel LMAO. grabbed my friend the RNG & a picker wheel and they're saying 4 - a kiss to the top of the head for wydelly :3

ty’s wrapped himself around wyatt in what seems like every possible variation: bothering wyatt while he tries to focus; pressed deep into chairs and couches and beds, usually not for particularly sexy reasons; early in the morning north of Toronto, the strong orange sunrise bleeding between them as ty uses wyatt to hold him up; in front of a camera, ty listing into him, the weight of his arm heavy across wyatt’s shoulders. the list is endless, growing every day, but wyatt’s pretty sure this, right here, right now, is his favorite. the couch is hardly big enough for both of them. wyatt’s ankle hangs over the arm rest, with the rest of him threaded through the spread of ty’s limbs. they’ve been like this so long that he can hardly tell where his body ends and ty’s begins; ty’s stomach feels as much a part of his back as his spine. the crook of ty’s elbow cradles wyatt’s head, and the rhythmic scratching of his nails along wyatt’s scalp fills him with the heavy fatigue of a familiar lullaby. as wyatt’s eyes drift closed, the tv’s glow pressing behind his eyelids, ty shifts. not motion, not in a way that counts, but when their bodies are so well acquainted, even the smallest movement feels monumental. ty’s ribs rise and fall as he sucks in a breath, a sigh that’s nearly a yawn. when ty presses his lips against the top of wyatt’s head, it’s all wyatt can do to let his weight press fully into ty, held between his kiss and the firm wrap of his arm around his chest.